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From The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain Tom was a trifle disconcerted. The basin was refilled, and this time he stood over it a little while, gathering resolution; took in a big breath and began. When he entered the kitchen presently, with both eyes shut and groping for the towel with his hands, an honorable testimony of suds and water was dripping from his face. But when he emerged from the towel, he was not yet satisfactory, for the clean territory stopped short at his chin and his jaws, like a mask; below and beyond this line there was a dark expanse of unirrigated soil that spread downward in front and backward around his neck. Mary took him in hand, and when she was done with him he was a man and a brother, without distinction of color, and his saturated hair was neatly brushed, and its short curls wrought into a dainty and symmetrical general effect. [He privately smoothed out the curls, with labor and difficulty, and plastered his hair close down to his head; for he held curls to be effeminate, and his own filled his life with bitterness.] Then Mary got out a suit of his clothing that had been used only on Sundays during two years—they were simply called his "other clothes"—and so by that we know the size of his wardrobe. The girl "put him to rights" after he had dressed himself; she buttoned his neat roundabout up to his chin, turned his vast shirt collar down over his shoulders, brushed him off and crowned him with his speckled straw hat. He now looked exceedingly improved and uncomfortable. He was fully as uncomfortable as he looked; for there was a restraint about whole clothes and cleanliness that galled him. He hoped that Mary would forget his shoes, but the hope was blighted; she coated them thoroughly with tallow, as was the custom, and brought them out. He lost his temper and said he was always being made to do everything he didn't want to do. Identify three words that best describe Tom Sawyer as he is depicted in this excerpt. Choose one answer from each group. Type the LETTER ONLY for each answer in the correct blank. Type B, C, or D for Blank 1. Desperate Excited Stubborn Type F, G, or H for Blank 2. Jovial Academic Annoyed Type I, J, or K for Blank 3. Thorough Distressed Cooperative Answer for Blank 1: Answer for Blank 2: Answer for Blank 3:
First off have you read the excerpt?
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I HAVE i just dont get it @TwiztTiez
Okay that's fine what didn't you understand? I'm sorry if I seemed rude I apologize
no dont be sorry u did the right thing.
Okay now moving on what didn't you understand? ^-^
honestly everything @TwiztTiez
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Okay well reading it he seems very irritated about being cleaned emphasis on "irritated" XD so seeing that he is IRRITATED what do you think he feels? XD
annoyed?
That's one XD
okay now we have blank 1 and 3 to go
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stubborn and distressed?
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“The Old Swimmin’ Hole” by James Whitcomb Riley OH! the old swimmin’–hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below Sounded like the laugh of something we onc't ust to know Before we could remember anything but the eyes Of the angels lookin' out as we left Paradise; But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle, And it's hard to part ferever with the old swimmin'–hole. Oh! the old swimmin'–hole! In the happy days of yore, When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore, Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tide That gazed back at me so gay and glorified, It made me love myself, as I leaped to caress My shadder smilin' up at me with sich tenderness. But them days is past and gone, and old Time's tuck his toll From the old man come back to the old swimmin'–hole. Oh! the old swimmin'–hole! In the long, lazy-days When the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways, How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane, Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so plane You could tell by the dent of the heel and the sole They was lots o'fun on hands at the old swimmin'–hole. But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow roll Like the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin'–hole. There the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall, And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all; And it mottled the worter with amber and gold Tel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled; And the snake-feeder's four gauzy wings fluttered by Like the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky, Or a wounded apple-blossom in the breeze's controle As it cut acrost some orchurd to'rds the old swimmin'–hole. Oh! the old swimmin'—hole! When I last saw the place, The scene was all changed, like the change in my face; The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spot Whare the old divin'–log lays sunk and fergot. And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be – But never again will theyr shade shelter me! And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul, And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin'–hole. The speaker of this poem looks back fondly on his days as a young boy wants to forget his reckless past fears losing the memories of his youth does not want to relive his childhood experiences
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